Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
His hands touch my face, cupping it, as he looks into my eyes.
Will this be our last kiss?
I don’t push him away. His lips are like a beautifully toxic thing, you want it, but you know you shouldn’t. I can feel something in my chest hurt, like a pain I can’t quite describe.
Whiskey is nothing I wanted, but everything I need.
I can’t lie to my drunken self any longer.
My feelings for Whiskey are there, even when I want to hide them and run away from them. They are there and they are full force.
Pushing him away, he stays above me, his lips wet and red from our kiss.
“You should go,” I manage to say.
“I can stay.”
My head shakes before my mouth can say yes.
“I don’t want to go,” he says, leaning down, touching my lips with another soft kiss. “But I will.” He pushes up, and when he stands, he straightens his shirt and looks down on me. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. It’s one of the reasons I could do what I did. Because I wanted you. There was never any question about that.” Whiskey turns and walks out, leaving me drunk and aroused as I lie on the bed, confused by his words.
CHAPTER 34
WHISKEY
I send her a message the following day, she doesn’t reply. When I go to the house, she isn’t there, and neither are her things.
I give her another day before I head to her work.
When I go there, the manager tells me she hasn’t been in at all or notified them why. She shrugs her shoulders before she walks off.
Calling her cell, it doesn’t even ring. Simply goes straight to voicemail.
“Hey, it’s Lottie. I can’t answer the phone right now. I’m too busy living my best life in Paris.” Then it goes blank.
Heading to where she used to live with Emma, I bang on the door and the person who answers it, I don’t expect.
“Man, what are you doing here?” Barry says, rubbing his face as if he’s just woken up.
“Where is she?” I ask, looking behind him.
Barry opens the door wider, and I don’t see her things. “You mean Lottie?” I nod. “She stopped by this morning to say goodbye. I assumed you were going with her.”
“Where?”
“Paris. She went to Paris.” I look at him, confused. “She said she needed to breathe, and Paris helps her do that.”
“Fuck.”
“Hey, asshole.” Emma walks up behind Barry, wrapping her arms around him. “You really fucked her up. She’s a mess.”
“Where is she?”
Emma looks away from me but answers, “Do you even want her?”
“Yes, I want her.”
“Why?”
“Because I fucking love her,” I say, and shock myself as those words leave my mouth.
“Go to the Eiffel Tower at seven. She said she will ring me then, telling me she’s there, as she wants to watch the lights.”
“That’s in France,” I say, shocked.
Emma looks at me and gives me a pointed look. “Well, you better hurry, then.” She steps back with a smiling Barry as she shuts the door in my face.
Fuck! Paris.
Really?
I hate that place.
The last time I was here was with my mother. It was the last time I remember her happy. It’s mid-September and the weather’s nice, so I make my way to the tower and look around. There are many places she could be. Tourists line up everywhere to watch the tower as it shines bright. It really is a magnificent sight.
People come up to me asking me to buy shit. I ignore them and keep walking. I will find her. Tourists bump into me, as they’re too busy gazing upward instead of watching where they are going.
“Whiskey?”
That voice stops me. I turn around to see Lottie standing behind me.
She gives me a puzzled look, then glances around, confused. “Is that you?”
I walk up to her, and in two seconds I have her face in my hands and my lips on her mouth. She doesn’t kiss me back at first, but eventually she does. Her hands touch my arms, and she sinks into me. How I love her touch. Then, all of a sudden, she pulls back and looks at me.
“What…” She shakes her head.
“I came for you.”
“This isn’t some movie, Whiskey, where flying across the world and coming to tell me you love me will make this all better.”
“How did you know what I came to say?”
Lottie’s mouth opens and closes. “I was joking.” She rubs her arms and looks at me nervously.
“Should we go eat?” I ask.
She nods and I reach for her hand, but she pulls it away before I can capture it with mine. Waving a cab down, we slide in, and she directs him where to go, and soon we’re pulling up in front of a café called Angelina’s. Neither of us speak in the cab, but I can feel her watching me. I must admit I didn’t think this through.